"Hey, Shane, I need that wrench when your done with it," called out a strong twenty year old man with shaved blonde hair and arrogant blue eyes. A plane stood before him ready for take off once maintainace was finished. It was a two pilot fighter plane and today was the big day.

"Yeah, just let me finish prepping the wings and you can have it," replied Shane, a nineteen year old, who was more lean with short brown hair and mismatched eyes. The right was green while the other black. "Don't destroy it, Jean." Blue eyes gleamed at his shorter friend with a smile. "Never," the man sang once he received the wrench. Shane sighed. The brunette was on his second year of service in the US Air Force. He wasn't really a soldier, though, but could fight just like them.

No, Shane was more of a mechanic and pilot. Mismatched eyes looked up at the clear sky ahead looking forward to their test flight. The plane in front of them was a new model and Shane couldn't wait to be one of the first pilots to fly it. Of course he wasn't the only one. Jean was going to be his co-pilot, helping out on the controls of the new plane while a team of pilots also tested out similar models nearby.

That didn't stop the excitement for the brunette. Jean cursed out loud as he dropped the wrench. "What did you do?" asked Shane annoyed. The blonde engineer had a finger in his mouth and shot a glare at the plane. "Damn thing almost crushed my finger," complained the man taking it out to close the plane up. "It's all nice and ready now, though. Better fly good for all the trouble we just put into it." Shane chuckled silently agreeing.

They had spent hours prepping the plane for its first flight near Florida. Blue eyes widened seeing the commander heading their way causing Shane to tense. The commander was a brute and believed in hand to hand combat over using planes or guns. He hated Shane and Jean to a T, especially after WW2. To believe it had just ended only a year ago, leaving the two still dealing with the same commander they had while in Germany. "Morning, Sir," greeted Jean with a salute. The commander was an older man, bald and chubby now that the war was over. His cold grey eyes glared at the two younger soldiers and nodded. "You know your course and if any difficulties arise you are to call base immedieately, understood?" asked the bald man wanting nothing more than to blow up the plane behind these two.

"Sir, yes, Sir," replied both watching him leave quickly with disgust. "You think he'll ever get that stick out of his ass?" asked Jean jokingly climbing aboard the air craft. The brunette just sighed following his partner inside. "You shouldn't tease him. Commander Thrift is just not used to technology of the new age is all," defended Shane while powering up the plane. It was a good thing he was dressed in his uniform today. Wearing your engineer clothes inside an US aircraft was sure to get unwanted attention.

"Hey, you hear those rumors about the Triangle?" asked Jean from upfront. Mismatched eyes blinked thinking back to anything he heard and shook his head. "Well, the rumors say that people go missing inside the Bermuda Triangle. Heck, Carl said just last month one of our subs disappeared traveling through it. Some say it was the work of aliens," explained the blonde soldier before reporting perfect diagonalist to base. "That sounds like a bunch of crap, Jean," shot back Shane with a smile. "Ain't no such thing as aliens." Jean only laughed starting the take off and once they were in the air he said," Well, lets find out."

Mismatched eyes blinked and looked around the sky around them. Everything in the plane seemed to be working perfectly considering its first flight. Base messaged them every fifteen minutes for a report as the plane flew over the ocean below. They had been flying for almost an hour and decided to head back to base. "So much for that alien theory of yours huh," joked the brunette with a smile. Jean snorted back," Maybe its cuz your too skinny, they probably can't see us. Don't see how Jenny can see you half the time. " Shane laughed. "At least I got a girl, Mr. Too macho for the Ladies.".

Jean was about to shoot off another insult but stopped and looked around. "What is it?" asked Shane also checking the area. "The equipment is messing up. I can't tell what direction we're in," replied the blonde trying to fix the compasses. "I'll message base for directions," said the mismatched eyed teen with a sigh and picked up the radio. Base responded back quickly saying to go West. "That's nice. Now which way is West?" asked Jean with a frown. His nerves were starting to shake as his friend questioned back," What are you talking about? Just use the sun."

Blue eyes widened as they looked to where the sun once was. Shane noticed the silence and glanced at Jean worried. "Stop joking around Jean. We're gonna need fuel soon," he complained freezing also at the sight before him. There was no sun in the sky. Both soldiers looked around confused also noticing the water below turning white. "What the hell," almost yelled the blonde man radioing back to base. Shane blinked trying to understand how the clear sky around them could be hiding the sun while the ocean lost its color. "This can't be happening," commented Jean cursing at the static now taking over the base's replies. "I'm gonna try and find land nearby. How much fuel to we have left?" the man asked his partner.

"We got about another miles worth," replied the brunette now noticing the sky turning black. "Um, Jean." His friend focused on the ocean below trying to find land inbetween to his reports to base. Jean prayed they could at least hear him and send some type of reinforcements. Shane shivered feeling colder and yelled out," Jean, look up." Blue eyes glanced up and froze his whole body. The sky above and around looked like space was infecting it. Cracks appeared around them making Jean drop the planes altitude to avoid them.

"Damn it, What the hell is this!" yelled Jean pissed off and truly frightened. Shane helped keep up the plane and took over the radio transmittions while the blonde tried to get the plane out of the sky. "Base, we need help. I repeat, S.O.S. We need reinforcements," shouted the teen before stopping suddenly. Silence. There was no static on the radio making the brunettle look up to his friend. Jean wasn't there either. No one was in the front seat of the plane.

Shane shifted quickly to take over full control of the plane before watching in shock at the front half of the plane vanished. Green and black eyes widened as his body felt colder, watching everything vanish around him. "…" was all he could utter before vanishing into the darkening world around them. Back at base two hours later all personel stood in shock hearing one of their soldeir's last words within the white noise of static that had overtaken the radios to the plane.